Kayla
Brad just keeps on thrusting, fucking me hard. His movements are so fast and vicious that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
I tilt my head to the side, trying to look back at him over my shoulder.
“Harder,” I whisper between moans.
Obeying immediately, he starts to thrust with such a fury that I don´t know if my legs will keep me up much longer. At least my pussy is resilient.
God, he’s pounding me so hard that beads of sweat start sliding down my forehead. I open my mouth to scream, but all that leaves my lips is a faint croak of ecstasy; I come like that, barely able to utter a sound.
My pussy tightening around his cock, I come hard, all of me trembling as if I had a fever. And I might just as well have one, since I’m burning up. I feel my chin quivering as I try to breathe, all my muscles twitching and spasming as pure delight rages through me, flooding both my body and mind.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I never came like this before. I’ve had orgasms before, yes, but what I’m experiencing goes far beyond that. A simple orgasm pales in comparison to what I’m feeling right now.
“Tired already?” he asks me, a wild grin dancing on his lips, softly kissing my neck as he pulls out.
“More,” I smile, suddenly feeling so spent that smiling is the only thing I can do.
Oh, yes, I want more…so much more. And I want it now.
I can barely believe that Brad’s in here with me…and more than that, he’s having me. Oh God, he’s doing so much more than just having me. He’s fucking me like no one ever did before, and I can´t fight against it!
I know I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but the desire that crawls under my skin is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I know this is probably a mistake, but I can’t run away from what’s happening. I just can’t help myself.
“This is insane,” I tell him as I slide both of my hands down the side of my body, grabbing my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I send it down to my legs and then kick it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on the floor.
“Yeah, this is insane…and I love it,” he replies and, following my lead, he grabs his own shirt, pushing it down his arms and throwing it to the floor; it falls right on top of my dress.
He’s totally naked now, and he looks even better than everything I’ve imagined. Sure, I’ve seen some shirtless pictures of him before (and there was a scene during the first season where he was naked from the waist up), but none of that compares to being this close to him. There are ropes of muscle hiding under his taut skin, and everything in him seems to have been carved out by a master’s chisel.
Approaching him, I slowly press my hands against his abs, feeling their grooves and ridges. I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin.
And then, going on my knees, I let my hands fall on his cock once again.
I’ve never sucked a man after having his cock inside me, but I guess this is a good time as any.
I don´t waste any time – parting my lips, I tilt my head sideways and lean into him. I rest my open mouth against his shaft and start slowly sucking his tip, closing my eyes as the raw manly scent of his cock mixed with the taste of my pussy climbs up to my brain.
I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmth spreading to my lips.
My mouth goes forward in slow motion, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness.
My tongue draws circles around his cock, right before I bob my head a couple times, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.
I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I start stroking his member.
“Come here,” he commands me.
Pulling me up, he lays me down on the top of the desk once more and climbs on top of me, hunched like a wild animal preparing to devour his prey. His chest touches mine, my breasts brushing against his soft cool skin.
I lace my legs around his waist, placing my right arm over his shoulder, my mind screaming at him to make me his, to subdue and dominate me. He kisses me again, his waist on mine.
I rest my trembling fingers against his chest and run them down his abs, each ridge and valley making my heart feel tighter inside my chest. I let my hand go lower, and only stop when I find the root of his cock; I curl my fingers around it and, pulling him in with the leg I have around his waist, I force the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.
I bite on my lower lip as I feel the tip of his cock against my drenched folds, but that’s everything I have the time to do; with one quick thrust he’s in me, his thick mast pushing its way past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls.
“So good,” I moan, pressing my forehead against his and smiling.
“It’s more than just good,” he says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock in and out of me.
My eyes are shut, and I’m clenching my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too…good.
And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
I feel his whole body tensing up, but I don´t want him to come yet. And I can tell Brad doesn’t want to come as well…I mean, there´s still so much more to do.
He pulls out his cock and, with a kiss, he puts me down from the desk, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath. His hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall once again.
I place my hands against the cold concrete at shoulder height, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again.
He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain – except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks.
The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my pussy lips, gently parting my folds.
He slides a finger inside me and I moan, my throat producing a sharp sound of pleasure. He starts fingering me then, his finger going in and out of my pussy fast.
Again and again, over and over.
Then, I feel two fingers inside me in a continuous movement, a game of in and out, and I struggle hard against the urge to moan as loud as I can.